Nowadays, passenger planes no longer care whether personal communication equipment is turned on, and even provide flight Internet services. However, some airlines will still ask flight attendants to remind passengers to turn off mobile phones and other electronic devices in order to be cautious or adhere to traditional systems.

The logistics personnel training base for non-combat units of peacekeeping troops is located in an old military camp in the outskirts of Beijing.

This place was originally a garrison of the capital's Weixu troops, but the troops were expanded and the original site was unbearable. Since every inch of land in the capital was worth every inch of land, it was difficult to compete with the people, so the troops stationed here simply moved the place.

As for the remaining military camps, because they are military property, they want to convert them into civilian land, well, it is impossible for them to have no relevant policies in the future!

It would rather be deserted and the weeds grow to more than one person tall than fall into the hands of the developer.

However, the military region's land still found its use and used it as a training base for peacekeeping troops, and sometimes it has other uses.

I took a taxi from the airport and spent a full 200 yuan trip before Li Bai found the place.

The high-walled courtyard, the communication room, and the gray-yellow cement wall cracks can be seen everywhere. It’s so familiar!

A smell of a barracks came to my face, but the withered wild grasses at the corners of the walls and other corners were not specifically removed, and they were knee-high. Obviously, the maintenance here was not very caring.

In the communication room at the gate, he asked about the registration process. Li Bai dragged his suitcase and found the corresponding office.

Taking out your ID card and passport book, checking the sign-in information, and waiting to receive personal supplies, the staff responsible for signing out took out a transparent plastic storage box from under the desk and said: "The base is a closed training camp. You need to hand over personal communication tools, turn off your phone, and hand over your wifi. The laptop can be kept, but there is no internet."

Li Bai took out his cell phone and turned off the phone on the spot. He picked up a sealed plastic bag and stuffed it in, then put it in the plastic storage box. He carried the wifi in the storage ring and did not hold the card, so there was no difference between handing over it or not, so he simply didn't take it out.

At this time, his personal belongings were delivered, a bulging Oxford cloth storage bag with stickers printed with his personal name. There was no need to worry about being mistaken.

It contains two sets of camouflage training outfits, from the inside to the outside, from the top to the bottom, including clothes, trousers, shoes, hats and belts. The size corresponds to Li Bai's own height and weight, as well as towels, toothbrushes, cups, rice bowls, tableware, kettles and slippers. They are all brand new. It is estimated that these things will be from the training base to the peacekeeping force's base.

In addition to these, there is also a key, and the digital steel stamp "316" is knocked on the small copper piece connected to it.

After looking at the four-story building where the check-in office is located, the meaning of this number is obvious. "316" is mostly the room number.

Usually, the first number represents the floor, and behind it is the room number, which is Room 16 on the third floor.

Carrying a backpack, carrying a storage bag in the left hand and a suitcase in the right hand, Li Bai came to the third floor and successfully found room 316.

The key was useless, the door was open, and there was already someone inside.

There are two high and low beds, two simple steel and wood desks, and a wardrobe next to the wall, which is exactly the four people.

A fat man wearing glasses and his hairline was obviously moving upwards, sitting at the desk, typing on the keyboard of his laptop, holding a cigarette on his finger, and was smoking a mist. He looked like he was about forty years old.

Hearing the footsteps at the door, he immediately turned his head and looked at it, with a smile on his face, and at the same time he was busy pressing the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him.

"Hello! Hello! You live here too?"

"Yes! I'm also in 316. My name is Li Bai, Mu Zi Li, Bai Bai, psychiatrist."

Li Bai nodded and took the initiative to introduce himself.

Then he looked at the room, found an empty wardrobe, stuffed his suitcase first, left his backpack and handed it to the Oxford cloth storage bag.

"Sorry, no one had ever smoked one before, so I tried it. My name is Sun Nanzheng, who is a farmer. Well, he is also an online writer."

The fat middle-aged man handed Li Bai a business card.

The business card not only contains Sun Nanzheng's contact information, but also his work unit, which is an agricultural science institute in Jianghuai Province.

The self-introduced "farmer" is actually modest. His real identity is an agricultural expert. In addition, he also has a personal hobby of writing online novels. The so-called "online writer" is probably to show off and can be more or less related to literary youths.

Compared with Li Bai's contemptuous name for those from the Jiuzhou Xuanxue Society as "Little Puffs who write online articles", this is a real online writer, even if he is a part-time job.

There are probably not only doctors but also agricultural experts in the non-military personnel participating in the peacekeeping force.

With the Chinese national tradition, it seems nothing strange. People are iron and rice are steel. The most important thing in war-torn areas is that bite of rice. The peacekeeping mission is not only to maintain local social order, but also to assist in the reconstruction of agricultural production.

"Oh! Lucky!"

Sun Nan was getting up, shook hands with Li Bai enthusiastically, and then he seemed to remember something and asked in confusion: "Are you a psychiatrist, who treats mental illness?"

"Yes!"

Li Bai chose a top bunk and threw the Oxford cloth storage bag and backpack up.

The bed has been laid and the quilt is folded like bricks, with edges and corners. This is the tradition of our army and the only one in the world.

“…”

The fat middle-aged man instantly lost the interest in chatting, so he found an excuse and said, "Sorry, I'll code a few words first, and I have to rush to make a manuscript!"

Labor and capital are not mentally ill, so why are you talking to psychiatrists?

"Then you are busy first!"

Li Bai could roughly guess what this middle-aged man, who has dual identities as an agricultural expert and an online writer, is concerned about.

Just like he doesn't give people business cards casually, normal people won't just chat with psychiatrists casually. What if they find themselves a potential pervert or mentally ill?

That would be so embarrassing!

There is a devil hidden in everyone's heart, but no one wants to release Him.

The crackling keyboard sounded in the room again, and Sun Nanzheng's hand speed was quite fast.

The desk has a very wide tabletop, although there are only two, but the space is more than enough for four people to sit face to face.

Li Bai also had his own work to do, and took out a complete set of training uniforms and placed them on the bed on the upper bunk.

Since I have sent it, I must wear it.

At noon, the third member of Room 316 arrived just as Li Bai and Sun Nan were about to go to the cafeteria.

Ximen Dong, who looks a little literary and thin, is a reporter, but he has a SLR camera with a huge lens around his neck and a bulging large-capacity mountaineering bag. In addition to the Oxford cloth storage bag that he also sent, he also carried a 28-inch suitcase. He went up to the third floor without even breathing, and seemed to be at ease. He obviously had the strength that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Because of the friendship between the same family, the three of them got to know each other after a few words. They waited for the reporter to put their personal belongings and then went to have lunch together.

"Good guy, how heavy do you have!"

"Farmer" Sun Nan was barely considered half a farmer. He tried Ximen Dong's big suitcase, but he couldn't lift it up at once. He used both hands to force it, and his face turned red, and he barely picked it up.

"Hehe, be a reporter! You can run around from all over the world and you will naturally train yourself."

Reporter Ximen smiled a little shyly. If it weren't for the big suitcase and mountaineering bag, outsiders would hardly have seen him as a strongman.

"Now three are missing one."

Li Bai looked at the last empty wardrobe.

"I don't know when it will arrive, so let's go to have a meal first."

Sun Nan did not plan to wait for the last one. It happened that reporter Ximen did not know a little about the last one, maybe it was afternoon or evening.

"Let's go! Do you want to bring a rice bowl? I think I have a haircut."

Like Li Bai, Ximen Dong temporarily kept the things in the Oxford storage bag outside.

"No! They have a dish here."

Li Bai has read the introduction booklet of the training base and has a detailed introduction to the canteen.

In addition to three meals a day, there are also midnight snacks. Of course, midnight snacks are charged separately, and there are not many varieties.

However, in this closed training base, it is already quite good to have late-night snacks.

"Let's go!"

Ximen Dong put down the stainless steel rice bowl he took out and immediately followed Li Bai and Sun Nanzheng out.

Many people came to the training base to report to the canteen. During lunch time, they walked to the canteen in groups of three or three.

"Wow! There are quite a lot of people!"

After all, Sun Nanzheng has a good observation ability as an agricultural expert and an online writer. He quickly saw that there were many people following the peacekeeping troops to fight this time.

"There are doctors, journalists, and agriculture. I don't know which other professions there are."

Out of professional habits, reporter Ximen Dong also discovered some materials and immediately became interested.

Because he had just arrived and had not had time to discover more valuable clues, he believed that he would not be able to find a lot of reporting materials.

In fact, from the moment I entered the training base, reporter Ximen's work had already begun.

As a journalist, you must have the keenness to be good at discovering news materials.

Li Bai casually said: "There are probably more than 100 people."

"Huh? How do you know?"

Ximen Dong and Sun Nanzheng looked at him at the same time.

When signing in, only one A4 paper list was taken to the desktop.

Although there are serial numbers, no one else knows how many people there are except those on the last piece of paper.

"Accidental glance."

Li Bai went over vaguely, Liuli's heart relaxed and closed, and there was no secret inside and outside the desk.

Not to mention how many people there are, even if they are all their names, mobile phones and professions, they can report them.

"I guess it's more than one place."

Ximen Dong had done his homework before coming, and more than 100 people squeezed into the garrison of a peacekeeping force, which was a bit too many.

"Do you want to separate?"
To be continued...